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I spoke up immediately. “Good afternoon sir, I—”. I interrupted him,“Did you call me to greet me? Just spill already, Noah.” “Your suspicions are right, sir, it might interest you to know that the Blackwood family and your father were partners a decade ago.” He began and I listened attentively. “They did business with your father and things turned sour, after which Mr. Blackwood, Christopher's father, had a fatal accident and died on the spot.” “And they suspected my father?”

I stepped inside composing myself. "Here she is, Lena, my precious sister," my brother said, standing up with open arms. I glanced at his warm, affectionate expression, mustered a smile, and made my way toward him. "Lena, meet him. This is Abraham Blackwood, heir to the Blackwood empire, his family controlled wealth and power that spanned industries." He gestured toward a tall figure with his back to me. The moment I stepped ahead, he turned slowly and my breath caught in my throat. The shock of seeing him struck me like a bolt of lightning.

His watery eyes start to shine. “My Lord, my Brother, and Savior Jesus Christ. I am now a father. I never dreamed that someday You God will let me build a family with such a great, amazing young person like her. I feel very lucky and appreciative for the gifts.” Jason looks happily toward the front of the prayer room, where a verse from the bible was put in the highest corner. “Nobody can approach the Father except through Me because I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life.” Additionally, there are images of a newborn child showing new life, together with Mary, the young mother, and her husband Joseph, who are seen enthusiastically cooperating to listen to the angel that appeared to them.

Dark hair threaded with gray near the temples. Adrian’s shoulders. Elena’s eyes. A thin scar crossed his left cheek. He wore no suit. Simple black shirt. No jewelry. No Blackwood insignia. He looked toward Elena. For one second, his face broke. “Mom.” Elena's chest tightened. Then he looked away. Justice Reed spoke. “Mr. Blackwood, do you claim to be the future continuation of the minor currently known as Lucas Blackwood?” Future Lucas answered: “I claim continuity from him.”

He felt as if he had fallen from the top of a roof only to land on his back. "Can we be leaving now?" Sophia asked. "Not yet," Alberto replied. "Blackwheel still has a lot to say to us and we still have a lot to say to him. There is so much going on right now inside the brotherhood that needs to be told. It would be best if we could stick together rather than create a form of disunity that might affect us in the future." "There is no future for me," Blackwheel said slowly. "I am a murderer and I have killed the people who love me for rubbish reasons. At least, Judas betrayed Christ for some coins. I betrayed my family for nothing."

The least I could do is to give them the benefit of the doubt. "I'm sorry I said that I..." My voice trailed off. "It's okay, you don't have to apologize. Besides, you have every reason to think that way with everything my brothers have done." My eyes shut open and I turned to him. "Are you saying—" "Yeah, they are true. Everything you heard about the Blackwood brothers is true," He said, cutting me off. "But, no one has ever bothered to ask why they did it." There was a hint of sadness in his voice even though he tried to hide it.

He howled into laughter at the dubious headlines. "What about the werewolf news?" He asked as he cleared my throat, ready to read. "Every pack in planet earth now knows the name Tristan Blackwood. Whose packs span across countries. A father of four and a mate and husband to the goddess herself, Vanya Jacob Blackwood. " Then I added. "Do I even look like the goddess?" I giggled.

His oldest, my father's elder brother, was now gone, forced to die by Dominic. The silence that followed was absolute, broken only by the sound of William Blackwood's cane tapping against the floor as he moved to take a seat. I shrank back, suddenly regretting my eagerness to involve myself in this dangerous family drama.

But he didn’t look like he had been asking if I wanted to do it. My father stood from his desk, palms flat on the wood. “Aurora. I messaged him already. He’s expecting you tomorrow morning.” My stomach dropped to the center of the earth. Damian Blackwood. The man CEOs feared. The man who ruined entire companies before breakfast. My father’s cold, dangerous best friend. Rumored to have killed his wife—never proven, never cleared either. Everything about him radiated danger. “Daddy, you can’t be serious,” I tried.

"I am alone in this matter, Blackwood. This is my war." Jay Nashville interrupts, his tone matching his brother's intensity. "This is my war too, Blackwood. My unborn child has been killed, and I won't forget this!" Blackwood realizes that both Nashville brothers are going through their own traumas, and the only way forward is for them to unite their forces. He interjects, "Why did you ask Blackwood for help?" Terry asks his younger brother, frustration furrowing his brow. Jay responds in displeasure, "I hired him in the first place. He belongs to me now."